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Stuck in this rut

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME
not an alpha/beta/omega meme

There's no need for elaborate backstories for this AU. You go into heat, rut, whatever you'd like to call it. You've always done so since you were of age to do so. It's a socially accepted norm, and people have gotten used to the difficulties that come with the mating seasons. Life goes on.

Isn't this alpha/beta/omega, then? No, not at all. In this meme, there are no gender-variant genitalia unless your character comes prepackaged with those. No giant cocks - again, unless your character is already packing - or self-lubricating assholes or anal wombs, and no knotting. Unless that's your thing. There's also no set in stone roles with regards to dominance and submission, and some people do not even feel the inclination towards either. Still, there are a few similarities, mainly being that the pheromones of others can put someone into heat that was not in it before and the bond between mates. In addition, some humans/human-stand-ins have created packlike dynamics in response, but this is not universal.

In this meme, it's just regular old human...oids feeling the urge for sex. And by "urge," we of course mean all-consuming drive. If characters choose to ignore that urge, it will backfire on them. The more they put it off, the more they will lose their control, becoming more irritable and aggressive, and eventually be nothing but a rutting animal until the need to mate is satisfied. Not all heats call for mating, of course, and most people can just relieve themselves, but when you do mate, you feel the urge to stay by their side and essentially "nest." These desires don't always pan out into offspring, and mating isn't forever unless it's mutually decided upon. However, impregnating your mate is said to be one of the most euphoric experiences a person can have, even if some people only mate because they want to utterly possess someone, as mates are bonded for a while.

If there's anything that's to your fancy that's been left out, go ahead and add it in. Play it how you'd like!

HOW TO PLAY

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Include what you're interested and not interested in.

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PROMPTS

first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?

old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.

happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.

old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.

worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.

unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.

forbidden: AKA the obligatory incest or age difference option.

volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.

tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.

mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.

nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.

bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.

the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.

already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.

mates for life: Now you're absolutely certain that you want to be with no one else. Of course, this means you'll be in synch with their heat for the rest of forever.

save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?

cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.

increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.

increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.

unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.

protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.

set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.

resisting temptation: Your heart belongs to someone. You want to stay out of this "heat" thing. You want to rise above it. Whatever it may be, you just have to not take the bait. Easier said than done.

all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.

pack: As mentioned prior, some people, especially those far out from civilization proper, have formed packs that hold to the more traditional alpha structure. Of course, these packs come with their own rules when it comes to heat and mating.

suitable partner: The desire for certain mates can come from a subconscious level, and you can find yourself aroused by someone showing how strong they are (they can protect you), how curvaceous they look (that must mean they're fertile), or any other number of traits that can benefit you.

desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!

final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.

fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.

off your meds: It's fairly rare, but some can get blockers for their heat. What if those blockers run out? Why, it makes your heat ten times worse!

noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.

dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.

calm you down: Whether it's to fuck or to fight, you're going mad, and they have to bring you back down to Earth.

territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.

odd man out: For some reason, you don't go into heat. Never have. Being with you is pretty relaxing, and some find it appealing to not have to deal with pheromones that aren't theirs. You do have to learn how to appreciate their problems, though.

WILDCARD

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[ without thinking, felix angles his head up, and if anyone were to walk in on them this moment, they’d… certainly get the wrong idea.

but is it the wrong idea? felix’s scent is everywhere, and it’s clear he does not mind this treatment in the least. the fingers at his nape make him shiver. ]

( sylvain blinks down at his him. like this, his lips are nearly touching the tip of felix’s nose. any closer and they’d absolutely be doing something more than sharing a bed.

his fingers massage instead at his nape, working on any tense muscles or stress that may be gathered at his scent gland there. obviously. )

[ there are certainly tense muscles and stress, and sylvain’s fingers — warm and just a bit rough — help. more than that, though, they feel good.

instead of saying so, felix makes a noise. it’s soft in the back of his throat, permission for sylvain to continue. ]

( he’s glad he’s able to help. really glad. selfishly, it’s all he’s wanted—to be able to provide for felix like he used to when they were small.

he hugs felix’s waist a little firmer as he moves along each of felix’s scent glands at his neck, mindful not to dig in too hard to leave any sort of mark. he may drag his wrist against one of the glands in a sort of scenting motion. )

[ sylvain is scenting him.

he may not be doing it intentionally, or in a terribly obvious way, but felix knows. the feverish warmth that had subsided momentarily shifts; it creeps under his skin, clutches at his chest.

it’s too much, suddenly. not the scenting — no, that’s not enough. something is too much. he feels stifled, but there’s also a feeling of needing more, and it’s-

overwhelming. felix grabs at sylvain’s nightshirt, fists it hard enough to nearly tear. ]

( ???????? )

Fe? You okay?

( he realizes how breathless and hoarse his own voice sounds. had felix’s scent gotten to him that much? had they really just been laying here in comfortable silence for that long? )

[ no, he’s not okay! clearly! sylvain made it better and then worse. ]

Fix it.

[ he manages to grit the words out, even as the increased pulse and heat makes him dizzy. ]

( YIKES.

sylvain takes a deep breath. okay, he’s got this. no biggie. it’s nothing major.

he lowers his head to ghost of breath warmly against the side of felix’s neck as he more purposely scents his nape. )

Breathe for me, okay? Relax.

[ sylvain should count his lucky stars that felix is listening for once. well… half listening. he breathes, shaky with the feeling of sylvain’s breath and his scent.

but he doesn’t relax. how the hell is he supposed to relax? ]

( his heart is in his throat. he can’t fuck this up. he can’t leave felix alone. )

I’m really trying not to be difficult here. I promise. You just have to tell me: where are your boundaries?

( before he does something really bad like kiss him or shove his head between his thighs and lick him clean of all that slick so he can feel better. )

[ boundaries? it’s way too late to talk about things like that, as far as felix is concerned. he’s having a hard time staying focused or coherent; the sudden surge of warmth that’s overcoming him makes him want to claw out of his skin. ]

Sylvain.

[ felix’s voice is sharp, harsh, rough. ]

Felix.

( he’s nearly at his own breaking point. )

I need an answer.

( he can’t do anything in good faith without one. )

I don’t- I don’t care.

[ at this point, he truly doesn’t. sylvain either needs to fix this or kick him out, because the option is about to be very much gone entirely. ]

( goddess… )

Clothes stay on.

( he refuses to violate felix’s trust. but he does tilt his head to brush his lips against felix’s neck, licking over his scent gland very softly to test the waters. )

I’ve got you.

[ felix’s whole body shudders under sylvain’s mouth. clothes stay on? that’s absurd, he’s too hot, but felix doesn’t complain. he can’t. it’s too hard to form a sentence.

but how is sylvain going to fix this with felix’s clothes on??? ]

( he lightly starts to suck at a spot low on his neck. right around then, he hugs felix’s waist and urges his to press flush against him as sylvain slots his knee between felix’s legs. )

Do what feels best, Fe.

[ …ah. it’s hard to keep up that frustration when sylvain’s mouth is on his neck, when there’s a warm knee between his legs. felix’s hips stutter, rocking down before he even thinks about it.

and again, because it feels good.

is this what feels best? felix doesn’t know, because he’s never figured that out. but it does help, and he’s urged on by the feeling, rutting against sylvain’s knee without thinking. ]

( sylvain holds him probably tighter than he needs to. he runs his teeth and lips up and down felix’s neck, pretending that this is something he could actually have. that he could deserve.

he slips a hand under felix’s shirt and rubs shapes into his back as he lets him grind on his knee and thigh. there’s a chance felix might need something inside, though, which makes him dizzy to think about. )

[ sylvain’s hand both scratches an itch and creates a new one. now that felix knows what it feels like on bare skin, the idea of the clothes staying on feels worse than ever.

and on top of that, as much as he rocks his hips against sylvain’s knee, it doesn’t do anything. it feels good, but that feeling just builds and simmers, and felix gets hotter.

this sucks. this is the worst. he’s taking his clothes off. ]

( hey. hey?! he just said not to do that!

sylvain’s eyes flash wide open. how can he possibly ignore what’s happening? it’s not like he hasn’t seen felix without his clothes on—but never like this. it’s new.

he stills his knee for a second. )

You sure? ( he knows he’s going to get his head off in the morning or when the heat clears but he’s really tempted to slip his hands down and grab at felix’s ass. goddess have mercy. he’s a few seconds away from breaking. )

[ is he sure? felix is sure he’s going to suffocate if his clothes stay on. the look he gives sylvain is feverish and withering.

can’t sylvain see felix is struggling here?????? ]

( fine. fine!!!!

sylvain exhales through his nose and suddenly shifts on the bed. he swings one leg over felix’s body and presses both hands on either side of felix’s head just shy of his shoulders. )

You’re killing me here. Let me just…

( let him just slip his hand down into whatever clothes felix still has on to wrap around his cock. )

[ the noise that tears out of felix is far too loud, and from the look on his face, even he is surprised by it. this would be overwhelming even if he weren’t in the midst of a heat-driven crisis.

he rocks his hips up, forgetting entirely about stripping off the rest of his clothes. for now, at least. ]

( he’s reached the point of no return. no take backs.

exhaling again, sylvain steels his resolve to work at felix’s cock , thumbing at the head of it rather hard. teeth move to playfully run at felix’s ear, mindful never to go too close to his scent gland. he really doesn’t want to ruin this for him. )

[ if felix had been hot before, he’s burning up now. sylvain’s hand is good, but it doesn’t scratch the itch — he needs to be fucked. grabbing hold of sylvain’s shoulder, felix angles his head, giving sylvain decent access to his scent gland.

it stands to reason felix is just as reckless out of his mind as in it. ]

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